Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Green Lit, artist - Tech N9ne. Album song N9NA, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 18.04.2019
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Green Lit |
| Aw, shit |
| This somethin', y’all lit |
| You niggas called it |
| To yourself, saw the line and you crossed it |
| I ain’t gotta send it to you trippin' all it take is |
| Negative lippin', you automatically start the mission |
| Clique is stricken, 'cause you hissin' |
| Leave your shit in a bad condition |
| So many N9cians, I can’t list 'em |
| When the funk comin' up, they sniffin' (Chuh) |
| My niggas is hibernatin' (Chuh) |
| It’s all love, but believe we got the sniper waitin' (Chuh) |
| And they ain’t rappin', no talkin' and never cyber-hatin' (Chuh) |
| They specialize in that thing you can get from Mike or Jason |
| I ain’t gotta say a damn thing |
| Once you say it, next thing you know the clan came |
| You run your mouth and make 'em come expand brains |
| Damn shame, and lame |
| Got to drop and pop your top like when they poppin' champagne |
| Ugh, and I got plenty means |
| To get it done, but I ain’t gotta drop any green |
| The many kings that love me will give 'em semi-streams |
| If he say anything (Anything?) |
| Anything (Anything, chuh) |
| So close they hold these spitters |
| So many that I might not even know these hitters |
| Havin' love from me, so if you try to slow these gritters |
| When it pop, don’t look at me, I can’t control these niggas (Uh-uh) |
| T-T-G, yeah we trained to go |
| Real niggas in they biz, so don’t get exposed |
| Police come around, they go, «We don’t know» |
| Get ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most |
| Green lit a pussy, bumbaclot |
| And my niggas always down to spill the blood |
| What that mean? |
| Double back, hit his top |
| Young custodian and might pull up with the mop |
| A lot of wolfin' goin' on from these new names lately |
| Don’t ever have a career, huh, on 2K maybe |
| Your car will get dented like Harvey, if you’re two-faced, crazy |
| My youngins’ll mop you up for a blue face, baby, ugh |
| I don’t wanna get you green lit like I need him pressed |
| That line like it’s call waiting, but it’s those texts you’ll be receiving |
| No one gon' start shit but I play defense |
| Look at my shark fins, you’re in the deep end |
| When I left, I kept on calling Chilli like T-Boz, I be creepin', nigga |
| Bitch please, don’t get your whips swiss-cheesed |
| Melted for the chips like trick, give me some dip please |
| Don’t get tricked off like Roy and Siegfried |
| When the Sig squeeze, I’ll make Ms on 16s |
| Strange Gang, I’ll bang-bang like it’s Chief Keef |
| Sprinkle wax blunt, call us sequoias, big trees |
| I ain’t ridin' 'round naked like a striptease |
| I’ll do a drive-by on a 10-speed for 10 Gs (Shroom) |
| I be gassin' on 'em with intense speed, what the lick read? |
| They don’t wanna see me ballin' |
| They know I’m the king, like Lebron I switch teams |
| How ironic that I got the iron in my pants and my pockets increase |
| Shittin' on them niggas hella bad |
| Take the L, I’ve been on a win streak |
| I’m on your head, yeah, I’m so proactive |
| And I don’t wanna push your team back, so no more malice |
| Trav said, «Take the high road,» so I won’t go at it |
| But if you hatin', do me a favor |
| Do Momo challenge, chump |
| They know it’s |
| T-T-G, yeah we trained to go |
| Real niggas in they biz, so don’t get exposed |
| Police come around, they go, «We don’t know» |
| Get ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most |
| Green lit a pussy, bumbaclot |
| And my niggas always down to spin the block |
| What that mean? |
| Double back, hit his top |
| Young custodian and might pull up with the mop |
| You worry 'bout bitches, I’m handlin' business |
| My niggas be with it, we comin' to get it |
| You know how we be pullin' up, ought to be cool with us |
| But they not cool enough, but they not bool enough |
| Ain’t tryna disrespect nobody, but my goons’ll catch a body |
| Shoot 'em just like paparazzi, now you stumblin' and flockin' |
| 50 bands for a show what I want, like I’m Waka Flocka |
| Pull up and go baka-baka |
| OGs, they gon' pop ya, pop ya |
| Niggas talkin', we gon' let 'em have it, yeah |
| Listen, peon, shit could get tragic, yuh |
| T-T-G, yeah we trained to go |
| Real niggas in they biz, so don’t get exposed |
| Police come around, they go, «We don’t know» |
| Get ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most |
| Green lit a pussy, bumbaclot |
| And my niggas always down to spin the block |
| What that mean? |
| Double back, hit his top |
| Young custodian and might pull up with the mop |
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